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Coastal Challenge Stage 3 – No Quotes This Time

And Kidney Failure

Early and at mid-point of today I had a couple ideas / thoughts for how I could kick this off.

Given how was feeling yesterday with the heat and getting going this morning briefly considered a lame R. Kelly reference to “My mind is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes.”

Then with how good I was feeling mid-stage I thought about the line from Fight Club – “I ran. I ran until my veins pumped battery acid. And then I ran some more.”

The journey up the river was actually pretty fun switching back from side to side. Wading through it and even full on swimming at one point.

I had set out this morning to run my race at my pace. Through the river section Shawn, Pavel, Gemma and I were all together having a ton of fun sharing the experience.

Once out of the water we made our way 4km to a tiered waterfall – you know, the kind you see on the cover of romance novels. Running my race I stop for a quick photo and continued on my way beginning the climb to the 25km mark.

We opened up onto a ridge where the sun started to hit us. My Spanish goes a long way down here getting us into people’s yards to hose ourselves down and refill our water.

The four of us reunited and went through some pretty great single track stopping at streams to cool down on hydrate – special shout out to LifeStraw, google it, you’ll want one.

I reached checkpoint 2 first, grabbed a seat to hang out, change my socks, eat some tuna fish out of bag – yes this product exists and it is one of two food items that I cross border shop for, oh and if anyone wants to deliver / make me some Chobani peach mango frozen yogourt that would be heaven.

After CP2 it started to rain a little, which cooled the temperature and I took advantage over the next 4km. The descent then began to look like that straight down water slide you’re afraid to even look down.

Checkpoint 3 reunited Shawn, Pavel and I. I had figured that at some point both Shawn and Pavel would catch me because the heat would get to me (insert foreshadowing). Shawn still had some great speed left in him with Pavel a few hundred meters behind me on the 10km beach section. We were both hurting a fair bit so Pavel suggested we take a swim I though it was an amazing idea.

At the end of the beach section we were walking and grateful for the cold stream waiting for us. We both lay there loving every second of it and enjoying our bodies cooling down. After drinking some water we climbed aka bushwhacked up to the final water station. Even that short climb erased any memory of the cold stream below.

With 3.5km left we soldiered on towards the finish with me putting some distance between Pavel. I’d been eating and fueling properly all day while also taking in about 8L of water. With about 2km to go the heat of the past 3 days took a pretty solid kidney shot at me – yes, there’s a double meaning there – try googling “exercise induced kidney failure”…seriously…

I let Pavel know what was going on as he caught up with me and we had about 800m to go. Like all boys will we still managed to race each other at the finish line. Pavel headed to put his feet up, I went straight to the med tent.

Getting as much ice on me as possible, including my neck, shoulders, head, chest and groin I sat for about 60 – 90 minutes drinking 2-3 liters of water and eating what I could. I eventually got cleared to go without needing an IV which was a huge relief.

I spent a lot of time thinking about the stage tomorrow and the following two. There is very little free flowing water on course for day four and only one of which you can drink from. Day 5 is another 47.5km.

I find myself being asked to follow some pretty clear advice that was given to me in a totally different context but it goes along the lines of “Stop being a fucking hero.”

I’ve talked to everyone on my team individually and very difficulty, emotionally, disappointingly with tears in my eyes let them know that my race is over.